CHAPTER 39
Rizika stepped out of her room, the heavy door clicking shut behind her. She exhaled sharply and marched down the hallway. She needed a glass. Anywhere. Preferably a kitchen—but since she had no idea where that was in this labyrinth, the dining hall would do.
She slowed her steps as she walked.
Even against her will… she was impressed.
The halls were long and velvet-carpeted, her footsteps swallowed by softness. The walls were adorned with framed paintings—some massive portraits stretching floor to ceiling, others smaller landscapes or abstract works with colors she couldn't name. Every corner she passed gleamed as if the place were polished twice a day.
It reminded her of the noble mansions she'd reluctantly visited in Albria. Even the palace. Intimidating, excessive, grand.
Vex's estate rivaled them all.
Wider halls.
Taller ceilings.
Heavier security.
It felt more fortified than King Halar's own castle.
